Arc
Straight down from the heavens
They came some sunny day
A group of pale skinned humanoids
To wipe the States away
No one saw them coming
And they will never leave
To think or expect otherwise
Would be careless and naïve
They surely did their research
They picked their spot to land
A continent filled with promise
But that promise had to end
For the current population
Who were greatly overwhelmed
And the ones who didn’t run
They were heavily compelled
No one knows where they came from
No one knows why they left
But everyone is telling tales
Of their plundering and theft
They sewed havoc and destruction
They tore all the buildings down
Burned down every house and highway
Until nothing could be found
The citizens, diminished
Had no other option than
To flee across the mountains
And the ocean and the land
Until the pale skinned humanoids
Had the continent for themselves
They planted special seeds they brought
From their interstellar lands
The vegetation flourished
Underneath the northern sun
The creatures thrived and reproduced
Like it was theirs all along
They made up their own language
They made up their own rules
They built their roads and houses
Using all the proper tools
With no one there to challenge them
Their ideas were limitless
The earth itself it functioned
As their constant stimulus
No one knows where they came from
No one knows why they left
But everyone is telling tales
Of their plundering and theft
The continent transformed
Into a green, lush habitat
With resources abundant
A bright future lay ahead
The adjacent colonies
Turned their heads and gazed
Their eyes were full of wonder
They were baffled and amazed
It wasn’t that much later
The first knock on the door
If the humanoids could spare a spot
For the hungry and the poor
They didn’t even open
“How dare they even ask?
Don’t they know creating this
was such a heavy task?”
“We’re the fundament and origin”
Said the pale skinned humanoids
“We’ve shaped this continent
While they were playing with their toys.
We are the rightful rulers.
Our reign is meant to be.
And anyone who begs to differ
Is a fool, too blind to see.”
No one knows where they came from
No one knows why they left
But everyone is telling tales
Of their plundering and theft
No one knows where they came from
And why they left their home
But we all know those without sin
Are the first to cast the stone
Straight down from the heavens
They came some sunny day
A group of pale skinned humanoids
To make a clean slate
No one saw them coming
But no one ever does…
Josephine
Oh, my Josephine
On a train you went
To go and meet with your friends
In the city
Up to the ones
I never got to meet
I never got to greet
It’s a pity
Darling, don’t ask
I’m spreading my wings
While you lay in our bed
Dreaming your dreams
‘bout what you could’ve had
And drinking your problems away
Oh, my Josephine
Are you meeting a stranger?
While here in our manger
Lies our little sprout
What does he have?
Is he tall, dark and handsome?
Or am I chasing phantoms
Fearing you will back out?
Darling, don’t fret
Before you awake
I will lie in our bed
Holding you close
With a thought in my head
“My life is slipping away”
Oh, my Josephine
What have you seen?
In your travels and dreams
You are farthest away
Do your pretty blue eyes
Search for a shiny-armored knight
To father our child
In a better way?
Darling, don’t speak
Your poisonous jealousy is at its peak
My shoulders are heavy
And my knees are weak
And all I want is a new day
Oh, time slips away
Hours into days
Days into years
These poisonous hearts
Lead us into the dark
Oh, my Josephine
I will do what you ask
If you hand me a task
I will do it
I am committed
To do what it takes
If a difference it makes
I will prove it
Darling, don’t try
We’re way past the point
Of the how’s and the why’s
So tonight, go to sleep
Close your pretty brown eyes
Let your dreams take you away
And darling, don’t ask
Where I am in the morning
I gave you fair warning
Don’t check the baby room
Walk down the hallway
Open the door when the bell rings at eight
Oh, my Josephine
Tomorrow at the breakfast table
Pour the milk that I labeled
Into your black coffee cup
And drink it up slowly
I don’t mind being lonely
As long as I am the only
Man raising our son
Oh darling, our child
Will live like a king
With the trust you’ll provide
I’ll take the train
And move into the night
Share in the wealth someday
Oh, my Josephine
The train’s almost here
But did I just hear our old coffee machine?
Bobby
When Bobby moved out of town
Voices hushed and eyebrows raised
Said goodbye to his mother J.
Bobby moved out of town
Over the hills, beyond the mountains
To where not a soul has heard his name
Twice the kid that got away
Bobby had quite the fame
First time when the doorbell rang
Second time when he left his mother’s home
First time by the early morning train
First time in the early morn’
Second time when he ventured on his own
Into a life that’s out the game
Bobby, he left me no choice
He had a dark and poisoned heart
Over the hills, so far apart
I hope you find your voice
When Bobby moved out of town
People mumbled ‘bout his past
The money from his long-lost dad
Still on the bank account they shared
Thinkin’ “so long, mother of mine”
With only freedom on his mind.
Everyone wanted a piece of the pie, mostly her
But Bobby got out of town
All the doubts of that day
The events, now so far away
He was still so young
With a clue of what his mother might have done
You take a picture
And enjoy it while it lasts
She might have the money
But she will never have the best
Of you
‘cause Bobby moved out of town
Left every memory behind
He still dreams about them train tracks, from time to time
But Bobby is mostly alright
I’m so sorry, so sorry my son
I just wanted you out
I pray to the angels every night
That you will make me proud
I’m so sorry, I just wanted you
To have the future I never had
And he just got in the way
He just got in the way of that
The Passenger (Parts 1 & 2)
The first thing he encountered was a land of rock and ice
It first looked uninhabited, he had to look twice
The people all wore thick coats, to defy the windy whirls
Down came the grey-cloaked passenger, out from another world
There were only tiny little pieces of the land
Where the people could easily settle on the ice-covered sand
And they each prayed to their gods, the long forgotten few
That they would favor them at the expense of the new
The next thing that he saw was a wasteland of red sand
The people there were hungry, they had beliefs to defend
They rode up on their chariots while pointing with their spears
Their eyes showed a mixture of hatred, pain and fear
There was just enough of food to go around
But greed and selfishness were quite more abound
And the veil of ancient ways caused obstructed little views
To celebrate the old at the expense of the new
The passenger rides on…
The next thing he encountered was a land of stone and dust
The people there had problems with affection, love and trust
The sting of something taken caused infections way too deep
And their posture made it clear for all wandering eyes to see
There was beauty in the wasteland, scattered all around
But all the eyes were busy with the powder on the ground
They did not believe in a third or second chance
And didn’t give the passenger a fleeting look or glance
The passenger rides on…
The last thing that he saw was a city made of light
The people were abundant and pressed together tight
And everyone was fighting for their version of the truth
But he knew all these trees they grew from the very same roots
The silent grey-cloaked horseman moved across the great divide
From hemisphere to hemisphere, into the dead of night
And everywhere he went and everywhere he came
He saw the very same things, under a variety of names
He saw the very same things, under a variety of names